At midnight, I received a special takeout order.
There is only one sentence in the order note: Send a red shroud to an abandoned community, and the recipient must sign for it in person.
I thought someone was playing a prank until the elevator stopped at the non-existent negative floor. An old man in a shroud stood outside the door and asked me: "Young man, have you seen my head?"
From that day on, I had an unusual order system on my phone.
Old mobile phones, portraits, paper figurines, vacant rooms, the last bus... Every order hides a secret that cannot be seen.
If I complete the order, I can get rewards; if I reject the order, I will be targeted by abnormalities.
I thought I was just unlucky until I saw my missing father's name in an order record from twenty years ago.
It turns out that what he took over that year was the most dangerous business in the city.
And now, it's my turn to deliver that order.
